I'm more interested in the writing than in the content per se (good writing can be about wallpaper and I'll devour it).

When I moved to New York, the reputation just followed me, and I am regularly invited to play in home games, by writers in particular, though finance folk also invite me on occasion.

We live in a capitalist system; anyone who believes they are above this system or purer than this system, even while shopping at the cute organic market across the street or taking a hiking vacation to Guatemala, is certifiable.

It is bizarre that some people can't understand how a serious poet could work at a finance firm. Goethe was a bureaucrat. Eliot worked as a banker.

I do not play the instrument In longing but in quest Not to be undertaken Not to be lost In a forest of bliss.

I think it is extremely interesting to think that, in some cases, vice might be, finally, more redemptive than virtue.

There is, in the heart, the hard-rendering profit. As if we were plucking the leaves from the trees.